everyone’s a timebomb
filled with cancer & spite;
generations of anger;
haunted with ghosts;
attached to mad parents or
ax-murdering-ex’es.
so much sadness hiding
in the shadows;
fresh squares on the calendar
red with pain;
so many accidents waiting to happen;
& bruises & abrasions & despair
(regardless of the prettiness
of the packaging).
not knowing the plot
gives hope to the heart;
& the impossible possibility of a
happy ending.
it’s all a mystery, a miracle,
a story––
when the moment
captures the energy
of the sun.